Paroles de Geeks

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(This shit too low, Mogyi, turn up the bass)
Super rainy, hmm

A hundred racks, a Tyson punch, shit don't hit the same
I put thirties on my truck, now it don't sit the same
Bought a new Birkin and new watch for my new vixen thang
Step on it, put fetty on the block to check my whippin' gang
Flexin' up like Coach and Pee, I got a bag bag
Put hella pounds on the 'Gram, this bitch a hashtag
Huh, pourin' mud, be movin' slow, that's 'cause the cash fast
Bro just stuffed a half a mil' in slips inside a man bag
I stopped trappin' years ago, but I'm still havin' still
I like Davins 'cause they spin when I be standin' still
Fuck with us, you tryna win, these niggas damaged still
I re'd-up for seven mill', I got a Hammer deal
She see Richard, she see Vach', she take her clothes off
Double-R, just drop the top, she take the doors off
Six of wocky in my pop, I'm tryna doze off
I took all the dog shit to the show so I can show it off
Biscuit on me, turn a nigga cap to fried chicken
Yellow Spectra on black bags, it cost me five big ones
Told a ho jump in with me, she tryna ride sixes
Damn near overcharged the Cybertruck, it got a fried engine
I'm still a kid up in my mind 'cause I like patty cake
At dealership, confusin' shit, already had a Wraith I might spend extra for the neck if she got OnlyFans
Arms up, pointed to the sky, yeah, this the Rollie dance
I like Forgi for my shoes, all my hoes come by the three
Used to cop all the blues, fuck with us, you tryna eat
Gave a rack to my lil' dude, hit your hat, you niggas cheap
Fuck a rap, we in the streets, in the trap with all the geeks, nigga

Real trap shit, nigga